16 Bars
The sun bleaches my eyes yet exerts no heat
Stomach ready to tap out and accept defeat
Nerves pummeled senseless by lack of nicotine
Veins turn stiffer than ice frozen on the street
Mind begins to withdraw itself inside of a dream
The fire inside me burns loud and obscene
Aware fully of the smokers bellowing free
Temptation staining my chattering teeth
Aroused by the smell of burning nicotine
A pleasure more sultry than the birds and the bees
I censor the smoke from my conscious dwelling
Leave the mind vacant for sensual seeds
The stain on my teeth is a bruise from a beating
I stare halfheartedly up towards the ceiling
I chastise my defeat to warm up my seat
My conscious turns numb from mental healing
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